Chapter 643: Chapter 643: The Old Path (Part 1)_1 Chapter 643: Chapter 643: The Old Path (Part 1)_1 “Mr. Fang!”

When Fu Qian and Su Gao emerged one after the other, it was already deep into the night.

Outside the Aimbo Residence, the scene was still bustling with activity.

The Night Watchman who rushed over at the news was undoubtedly startled by the sight of so many people on the ground and was now carefully inspecting each one to ensure that nothing was amiss.

Seeing Fu Qian come out, Yuan Shan’s deputy, a stern-faced middle-aged man, immediately stepped forward to greet him.

“The Chief… she…”

In light of the effective sweeping action of Fu Qian and Su Gao, both of whom looked very tidy and bore no signs of what had transpired, the man appeared to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Should be out soon.”

Fu Qian did not elaborate and simply led Su Gao away.

Yuan Shan’s deputy hesitated briefly but ultimately did not step forward to ask them to wait.

…

“How do you feel?”

Away from the crowd, Fu Qian looked up at the waning pale vermilion full moon and casually asked.

The experience of cleaving a demigod was a rare opportunity for Su Gao, who had just been promoted.

Especially with the aim of killing.

The biggest beneficiary tonight was likely him.

From the beginning to the end of the sweep, even after directly demoting Aimbo by one phase using only words, Fu Qian did not rush to act. On one hand, he felt it was a good opportunity for Demigod Su to “level up.”

On the other hand, it stemmed from confidence in his own judgment–on an equal footing, he did not need to lift a finger to cut down a target that was only thinking of fleeing.

“Very well,”
Su Gao understood what Fu Qian was asking and nodded.

“It’s like something became clearer.”

“That’s good then,”
Fu Qian said no more, allowing her time to savor and digest the feeling.

When they came out, there was no sign of Selana, and clearly, the Night Watchmen did not stop her.

Not surprising. Despite being seriously injured, as a distinguished member of the Bloodline Clan and on the night of the full Red Moon, slipping away quietly was not too difficult for her.

She evidently had no desire to chat with anyone at that time.

Perhaps she didn’t get along well with Aimbo and wasn’t particularly concerned about his wellbeing.

But the cognitive dissonance concerning the primogenitors had clearly dealt her a heavy blow.

Despite her scorn for matters of familial bloodlines, her earlier subtle warnings had effectively saved the Gulad Family.

Based on Fu Qian’s understanding of Yuan Shan, the former would probably regard this as a family disagreement within the Gulad Family and thus was unlikely to take drastic action.

Of course, Grantham was bound to suffer a bit.

…

“There’s a bed on the second floor, the sheets were changed and it hasn’t been used for more than two minutes,”
Upon arriving at the bookstore, with much of the long night already passed, Fu Qian gestured towards the ceiling.

“As previously promised, board and lodging are included; you may go rest.”

“Okay.”

Though as a demigod she could go without sleep for days without so much as a yawn, Su Gao gladly accepted.

She seemed to really enjoy the ceremonial feeling of resting after work.

“And what about you?”

“Me?”

Fu Qian hmphed, casually flipping the sign on the store’s door to “Open.”

“I, of course, will work hard to keep the store open 24 hours.”

“Alright.”

Clearly lacking in a sense of solidarity with her leader, Su Gao got her answer and promptly made her way upstairs with light steps.

Before long, even and steady breathing could be heard; she was clearly sleeping with a guilt-free conscience, undisturbed by the thought of her boss pulling an all-nighter.

Of course, the main reason was that he couldn’t sleep either.

Fu Qian sat down on the recliner, thinking to himself.

After a whole night, the boiling pleasure had subsided too much, but it was still a few times the lethal dose for an ordinary person.

Under such circumstances, the feasibility of enjoying sleep wasn’t high.

This evening could be said to have been quite eventful, and responding to the Red Moon at the end had to be said to be a bit risky.

But it was the result of comprehensive consideration.

If the other party could locate him so quickly, blindly evading could very likely lead him into danger without realizing it, so it was better to take advantage of his short-term bargaining chip to test the waters.

Facts proved that there was indeed much to gain, and the next step was to see what surprise Yuan Shan would bring him after the possibly unstable information about the Red Moon was released.

While contemplating, Fu Qian touched his face and took off the Messenger.

They say night shifts are efficient, so why not…

[Identity verification completed, today’s work begins]
[Warning, leakage accident]
The warehouse appeared in front of him at the same time as the prompt arrived as expected.

[Name: Virtue, Code: 2-205]
[Entering 2-205 containment scene]
[…5%…15%…30%…55%…75%…100%, loading completed]
[It’s a noisy summer day, and as energetic university students, the five of you group together, planning a vacation at a great destination–a small town in the south, in an old house that’s part of your companion’s heritage.

In this place far from your usual life’s path, you plan to spend an indulgent holiday.]
How does this not sound like a death sentence!

As soon as the mission brief came out, Fu Qian couldn’t suppress the urge to mock it.

In the heat of summer, why not enjoy a good social party? Instead, you prefer to roam around.

According to years of movie-watching experience, the young people’s expectations surely couldn’t be met, and they’d definitely encounter some bizarre events.

Then they’d most likely split up to act separately, and then meet their dramatic end.

…

Something’s not right, why is it still dark?

In the midst of his mocking, upon confirming that all his senses had recovered, Fu Qian looked into the darkness before him, deep in thought.

He quickly arrived at two conclusions.

First, he was in some kind of enclosed space.

Second, his abilities had been completely restricted, so his vision was no different from a normal person’s.

So where was this?

Listening to his own breathing in the darkness, Fu Qian didn’t rush to grope around but moved very slightly.

The next moment, something sharp brushed against his skin, as if it was about to pierce through.

At the same time, an extremely high level of mixed moldy scent also rushed to his forehead.

Moldy scent?

Was he now at the target destination for the vacation?

Fu Qian immediately thought of the content mentioned in the introduction.

An old house lacking maintenance was bound to be moldy, especially one that sounded quite historical.

With thoughts racing, Fu Qian’s hands didn’t stop either, little by little expanding his range of movement, and soon he found more spikes, cold to the touch.

Wait a minute, metallic artifacts, enclosed, full of spikes inside…

Fu Qian quickly thought of something–the legendary “Iron Maiden”?

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Even as a torture device, this thing was not commonly seen, what sort of ancestral mansion was this!

And the key point was, how did he end up inside this?

Without time to understand the situation further, trouble had already started?

“Sorry, after unanimous agreement by the jury, you have been sentenced–to death!”

The next moment, as though responding to Fu Qian’s speculation, a sinister voice came from outside.